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Then Tudor came. Sheldon happened to be looking
in his direction at the moment he came into view,
peering quickly up and down the avenue before he stepped
into the open. Midway he stopped, as if debating
what course to pursue. He made a splendid mark,
facing his concealed enemy at two hundred yards’
distance. Sheldon aimed at the centre of his
chest, then deliberately shifted the aim to his right
shoulder, and, with the thought, “That will
put him out of business,” pulled the trigger.
The bullet, driving with momentum sufficient to perforate
a man’s body a mile distant, struck Tudor with
such force as to pivot him, whirling him half around
by the shock of its impact and knocking him down.

“’Hope I haven’t killed the beggar,”
Sheldon muttered aloud, springing to his feet and
running forward.

A hundred feet away all anxiety on that score was
relieved by Tudor, who made shift with his left hand,
and from his automatic pistol hurled a rain of bullets
all around Sheldon. The latter dodged behind
a palm trunk, counting the shots, and when the eighth
had been fired he rushed in on the wounded man.
He kicked the pistol out of the other’s hand,
and then sat down on him in order to keep him down.

“Be quiet,” he said. “I’ve
got you, so there’s no use struggling.”

Tudor still attempted to struggle and to throw him
off.

“Keep quiet, I tell you,” Sheldon commanded.
“I’m satisfied with the outcome, and
you’ve got to be. So you might as well
give in and call this affair closed.”

Tudor reluctantly relaxed.

“Rather funny, isn’t it, these modern
duels?” Sheldon grinned down at him as he removed
his weight. “Not a bit dignified.
If you’d struggled a moment longer I’d
have rubbed your face in the earth. I’ve
a good mind to do it anyway, just to teach you that
duelling has gone out of fashion. Now let us
see to your injuries.”

“Like a wild Indian. Precisely.
You’ve caught the idea, old man.”
Sheldon ceased his mocking and stood up. “You
lie there quietly until I send back some of the boys
to carry you in. You’re not seriously hurt,
and it’s lucky for you I didn’t follow
your example. If you had been struck with one
of your own bullets, a carriage and pair would have
been none too large to drive through the hole it would
have made. As it is, you’re drilled clean—­a
nice little perforation. All you need is antiseptic
washing and dressing, and you’ll be around in
a month. Now take it easy, and I’ll send
a stretcher for you.”

CHAPTER XXVIII—­CAPITULATION

When Sheldon emerged from among the trees he found
Joan waiting at the compound gate, and he could not
fail to see that she was visibly gladdened at the
sight of him.

“I can’t tell you how glad I am to see
you,” was her greeting. “What’s
become of Tudor? That last flutter of the automatic
wasn’t nice to listen to. Was it you or
Tudor?”